Stories to Tell
Oh how I have lots of them. I *can't* explain in-depth tonight (as I'll explain in a bit), but I just feel obligated here, on my last night in California (after never living anywhere else!), to comment briefly on the absolute epic absurdity (in a good sort of way) that the last 2-3 months of my life have been. I went from a year of sitting around going "now what?" to moving out of Los Angeles, coming back home to San Ramon, undertaking immense organizational projects (while living on a completely nocturnal cycle and while having the familials regress to like I was 16 again), actually keeping up with a surprisingly large amount of TV (especially considering that there's a strike going on and all...), going on one of the better vacations I've had in awhile in this last weekend's 2nd annual Vegas trip and now, about 13 hours after landing in Oakland from Las Vegas, it's back to Oakland to head out to Chicago. Oh, and it's 5:45 in the morning and I haven't really started packing. Well, sort of, but no. Haha, I am the awesome sometimes, there's no denying it. So yeah, that would be why I can't tell any of these wild actual stories. I have to leave for the airport in 5 hours, I haven't slept a wink tonight, I haven't slept more than 5 hours a night in a week and I haven't started packing for a trip that's a cross-country 'move.' Oh yeah, good times. This mini-era has been, and continues to be, epic, at least in my own head. If nothing else, it has had a very tight sense of structure, and that extra purpose makes it feel like a truer era than many of the other previous mini-eras. Maybe structure is a good thing for me. Who knows. All I know is, I am finally putting my money where my mouth is. Let's see if the world beyond California can prove to be what I've always dreamed it to be.